I’m not sure why G started getting me gnomes. I think it is because of our anniversary one year when he was going to be gone. He was playing rugby out of town and was pretty much going to be out of town the whole day. For whatever reason, I couldn’t go with him. The state of Oregon would sell stuff in lots on eBay and inspiration clearly struck as he was perusing one day. On there, one of the police departments was selling evidence – 18 garden gnomes. He bought them, sent a friend to get them from Salem, and made signs for them. When I walked outside, I found the gnomes lined up in the front yard wishing me a happy anniversary.
Since that day, I periodically get gnomes added to the group of criminal gnomes living in our yard. Before he left on his trip, a new one showed up on the mantle. He says this is the G-nome. He’s punny, isn’t he?
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What a great anniversary gift!
Just wanted to say thanks for stopping by my HNT post last week (and leaving a comment). I just became your newest follower. You’ve got great style…and who doesn’t love Portland?!
Have a great week!!
Hehe. Reminds me of how my wife told me about her dad misunderstanding her mom and kept buying her Marvin the Martian stuff when she really liked Tweety the Bird. That isn’t the case with you?
Love this. 🙂 And love that your gnomes are criminal. Ha!
hehe. “punny”. You have me giggling.